Bro, Aren't You Profaning Deception Like This? Doesn't the God of Merriment Have a Problem with It?

Li Wufang was speechless. He felt that he had encountered the biggest scam since the Faith Game descended, and at the same time, the greatest crisis.

Only, the crisis wasn't the scam itself. It was that despite clearly facing such an outrageous scam, he had actually been tempted.

An irresistible impulse welled up in his heart. Like a moth flying into a flame, he wanted to plunge straight into the resplendent fire of Destiny!

He stared into Cheng Shi's eyes, his expression twisted with conflict as he frantically weighed the pros and cons. Cheng Shi saw his hesitation, so he tossed another tiny weight onto the scale that was about to tip in the other direction.

A weight called "self-persuasion."

"Tell me about yourself, Inspector. Why do you believe in Destiny so much?"

The conflict on Li Wufang's face froze, and soon, his eyes filled with the colors of memory.

He didn't say anything more. Instead, he took an old photograph from the leather coat he had removed and handed it to Cheng Shi. Cheng Shi took it and saw that it was a landscape photograph taken in a city square.

Of course, it wasn't purely a landscape. In the center of the photograph was a fountain pool, and inside it was a drenched child clutching something in his hand. The child stared wide-eyed, as if searching for something.

That was the entirety of the photograph. Cheng Shi raised his eyebrows in surprise, recognizing the child in it as Li Wufang.

"Is this you?"

"Yes, that's me. Me when I was little." Li Wufang nodded.

"Were you... playing in the water?"

"No. I was... following Destiny's guidance."

"?"

Cheng Shi frowned slightly and said nothing more, quietly listening to the other man's story.

"I'm an orphan."

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